The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-06-24

Herbert Stacy. He was studying scuip-
ture, and he, too, was taking holi-
day rest in the Tyrol. We happened
to have some friends IN common, so
our acquaintance was quite proper,
and must confess that after it began
l felt little less preyed upon by the
violin.
Margaret smiled bengnly enough
on our incipient Irritation, but her
thoughts scared above us, and she
let let us take frequent rambles alone.
| knew that the Hadiensee was q
beautiful, intense blue, and that the
rhododendron covered the hard cheeks
of the mountains with a rich, lovely
blush, but did not seem half to ap-
preCiate these glOries till Mr.. Stacy
pointed them out to me.
One day he told me. with evident
regret, that he was obliged to set out
far Venice the next day, Queen Mar
gherita's birthday was approaching.
There was to be fete OF unusual
magnIfcence on the Grand canal, and
Mr.. Stay had promised some reIa-
tives OF his to be with them during
this celebration. 1t was an odd fancy,
going to Venice in the summer, but
the journey was not very long, and
their stay would be OF brief duration.
So our little idyl was to end abrupt
ly, and l should be left alone again.
We had quite an affecting parting;
Mr.. Stacy kissed my hand very ten
derly, in continental fashion which I
liked very much. We exchanged souve-
Mrs. gave him a coin from my
bangle. and he presented me with u
hollywood bear supporting ther-
mOmeter. The mercury in this was
defective, pointing always to Eixty.
five degrees, whatever the changes Of
temperature, but priced it far above
my other treasures.
My uncle Robert was to be in Ven
ice for this same fete, l had heard, and
so gave his address to Mr.. Stacy,
thinking they might like to meet. The
latter seemed pleased, and said he
would look up my relative without
fail. How l wished Margaret and l
might 90 tool But my slender purse
would not permit 80 expensive Il Jour
ney Margaret could go; but she, out
OF kindly consideration for me, always
cut her coat according to my meager
supply OF cloth, instead OF induIging
in the ample garment her means al
lowed.
After Herbert Stacy went, Haiden-
berg seemed unhearably dull, and at
my request Margaret and wandered
to fresh pastures little farther South.
Here l received letter which sent m g
soaring into the seventh heaven of de-
light. Uncle Robert sent me a gener-
Gus check, and begged Margaret and
me to join at Venice for the fete. His
wife's niece Miss Laurie, was with him,
and we should doubtless enjoy each
others society.
l remembered Madge Laurie as an
unconscionably firt, about three
years older than 1. didn't Ike her
at all then, but now was willing to
consort with any one for the sake of
glimpse at Venice and all sgayeties
at that season. And best Of all, Her
bert STACY was 10 be there, and we
should meet again! How lucky that
/ was going; otherwise there would be
no one to prevent Madge Laurie from
getting him into her tolls. felt my
self match for her now.
Uncle Robert gave us minute dirsc-
tions about our route over the mount
aims by diligence and by train from
Belluno; we must be very exact in our
arrangements or we should all miss
each other. He was obliged to be in
Verona at certain date, and could
not tarry in Venice day after the
fete. We must notify him at once
whether he might expect us or not,
and il we could not arrive surely by
the 18th, we had better remain quiet
ly where we were.
A diligence left that very hour which
would take our answer, and the next
morning we could start, arriving at
noon of the 18th if ali went we'll.
This most promising OF journeys be
gan very auspiciously on a cool, de-
keious morning. we mounted TO the
coupe places in the diligence; the driv-
er, a saucy-eyed fellow, with bunch
OF rho6odendron in his hat, barred his
head, mumbled a prayer and crossed
himself before he took the reins. We
started of at a fine pace over g. road
like marble floor.
Even to US Wayfarers, who had
grown quite familiar with the grand
plunge and roar Of an avalanche, the
gddy fall OF glacier torrents. the
plumy pines, jauntily worn cloud-vsils
and other mountain millinery, this
drive would be for all time a memoir
able one. Italy Tapped over into the
Tyrol and gave che people dark, lus.
trous eyes, 1.-THE figures, a graceful port
and picturesque costume long before
we left Austrian territory.
Near Croce Blanca pathetic Incl.
dent occurred. Al wan-looking woman
came out from a cottage and walked
slowly toward US, bearing q small